PHOEBUS
I knew before I reached the top of the stairs that Violet’s brother and Arthur were fighting again. My hand turned the knob aggressively, and I threw the door open.
Arthur was the second oldest of the vampires I’d created. His only Elder was dead by his hand. As long as he’s been alive, I’d always known him to be a charmer, but he had a temper. Something Garrett seemed to stroke each time they were together.
Having the boy on my side was undeniably helpful. Jennine had done her part before I stepped in. Was I sad that she was dead? Not at all. She had always been expendable and far too focused on the mate she never won. She was a liability, nothing more. However, if I’d known Garrett was going to be so damn irritating, I might have chosen another course.
They were in the kitche
